Pitlochry

Workshopping day two. New place, new faces. Perky civil servants, wearied public sector and two third sector cherries sprinkled on top. Might be the start of something, time will tell.

I feel like those Americans that tour Europe and "do" Scotchland in one day. I've choo choo'd the railway tracks from Dyce to Aberdeen and south to Edinburgh, north to Pitlochry, Aviemore and Inverness, east to Elgin then south again, returning home. Numb bum, train drain, repeat refrain, over and over again.